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A Life's Sound
I stumbled around every corner, every sharp memory stabbing my consciousness. I didn't want to go back to that world ever again. My head felt as if the world was rushing in all at once. The stinging pain of previous doings were trying to take their tole on me. I kept running from that devious fate, that I thought was left behind in the shadows of the past. How ever so wrong was I? When in reality, anything that wrong you keep locked away must break loose one day. Today, it had to be today. Sweating in the faintly lit park, trying to fight off those memories, I yelled and shut down. Lying there on the cold dew grass of early morning, waiting for death to come, I realize that not only does the world have beautiful sounds, but, alas, beautiful sights. I would miss the sweet smiling faces of the kids playing on the swing, the glistening stars in the ever so dark night's sky and the most beautiful thing of all, the cold snow falling on the ground. Ah, I would miss my beloved snow. It has been ages since I last saw my color forgotten frozen droplet. The night's sky lit up and a star fell from the sky. My life slowly fading away, I got up and walked to the bench. Dropping like a brick on the bench I stared at the sky. "In my last minutes I am wiry to say that I will miss thine beautiful structure, called Earth and the sweet music you play everyday, called life. As I pass, please remember my harmonic music filling in with the melody of the living." I said aloud. The wind around me rustled the golden leaves and I sighed. My head thundered and I bent over with my hands gripping my head. Eyes going blurry, I look up and smile. My life's dream has been brought. My eyes stinging, I could see my colorless beloved. The wind grew chiller and my face brightened, even though death was so close. The wind made the dead blossom tree look as if it was just loosing it' leaves. The snow falling barely enough, but making the scenery so beautiful. At last I could hear the marvelously played sound. The sound of snow was so soothing and peaceful. The colorless touched the bark of the tree and seemed as if it was trying to cheer up the tree. "I wonder when my music enters the world, do I become the colorless? Do I tell the tree that death is the meaning of life? Now, I realize that it is colorless because it is looking for a place to give life. It didn't forget it's color because it is all colors. Hopefully my colorless friend will help me live." I sadly thought. A flurry of colorless surrounded me as I was slipping away into the darkness. My bones grew cold and I was crying, but not out of sadness, out of joy. Suddenly, I felt nothing. All I could do was think that the sound of life is what snow makes magnificent. Everything went black and my life's essence flew away. The sweet music that was me is now with the colorless and playing that great song of courage for thee. wahmbulance
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